Lucas's pov 2 years ago:
*TW* GRAPHIC DETAIL AND DESCRIPTION. READ WITH CAUTION.
The cold winters air brushed up against Lucas, sending chills down his spine.
He had told his parents he didn't want to go on this stupid business trip, they were in the middle of nowhere, no signal. Not a town or village or civilisation for 80 miles. A random house in the middle of a vast snowy forest.
Nothing to do but train, but he knew his parents liked that fact anyway.
He stood on the roof of the massive house they had rented for the weekend, it was nice enough, he liked the feeling of the hot tub on a cold winter night. How the darkness spread out into the forest and he could just sit and watch it.
This was supposed to be his 15th birthday holiday, but as normal it turned into a mafia thing, and so they had come here instead. Though he knew he had to be grateful he even got a holiday.
He was aware he was spoilt, a privileged white rich kid, he hated it but what could he do about it? Nothing, he couldn't change the person he was born into, so he trained, did as his parents had instructed.
From the age of 8 he could shoot a gun, though he had never really been good at it, how could he be? He was a kid. But his parents wanted him to be able to defend himself because this was an awful world they lived in. That's what they told him.
And he believed them. He had been there sometimes, while they had worked on their cases, it started not so bad when he was really little, small-town cops. But they were good at their jobs and so they became some of the few detectives assigned to the mafia, he knew there were awful people out there, his parents had made sure of it.
He stood there bitterly as his mother waved up at him with a warm smile and his father glanced up at him with a nod.
Now they got to go into town, they would be a while since it was a while away, they were going to do some investigating at the police station there since the mafia had been running undercover drug shipments in the town as it was such an undercover place and his parents were on their tail. They were the best at their jobs.
He wasn't sure if he should know all of this, at his age that was. But he supposed it wasn't that different, there were plenty of kids at his age who did drugs, what was the difference between that and knowing about drug shipments?
He scowled down at his parents as they got in the car, windows rolling down. He didn't even want to watch them drive away, why couldn't he go with them?
And so he looked out into the forest, the towers of green woods that stretched to the sky, he had to admit the trees here were the most beautiful he had ever seen.
But amongst the greenery and white covered shrubs, a man shuffled around in the snow. crouching like a tiger hunting its prey, a large Barrett M95 sniper rifle resting on a rock beside him.
A burning hit his neck as he drew in a painful breath.
"MUM!" He screamed but they couldn't hear him from down there, he knew that when they slammed the car doors behind them and he felt a sharp stab in his chest, panic setting through.
This is what he had been trained for.
He couldn't let it all be for nothing.
His feet lept from underneath him as specks of ice hit his face, He let them guide him, scrambling through the doors and down the stairs.
His father had shown him where the riffles were in case he wanted to train while they were gone, the shooting range here wasn't as good as back home. But he had the butlers to keep him safe. Though they couldn't do much now, it was up to him.
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